Master Splinter was watching his sons train. It had been 13 years since he had found them and become their father and trainer. He was proud of each one. They were all so special, but sometimes this same thought made him depressed. They were all special, but they could do nothing but stay down in the sewers, shun from the world. Whatever they were good at could only be appreciated by him and themselves. He shook the thought from his head. He was training his sons now and he needed every ounce of concentration for it.

Master Splinter watched each of their sons closely making mental notes about their fighting styles, about their strengths and their flaws.

First he watched Leonardo. He was the oldest, the one who seemed to want to be just like him. Splinter was able to tell he had leader material. He could think on his feet when the moment came to it. He was very responsible, especially when it came to his brothers. A perfectionist, Leonardo always tried his best at whatever they were doing. He was the one to concentrate the most during meditations; the one who practiced all of his katas to perfection, and the one who showed the most responsibility.

Unfortunately being a perfectionist also worked against him. Master Splinter could tell that sometimes Leonardo got frustrated at not being able to do something as good as he thought he should. Splinter would tell him that sometimes he just needed to relax and take his time. Leonardo would agree, but then he would get frustrated for not being able to relax as well as he should. Splinter just sighed.

Then he watched Raphael. He was easily the most aggressive of the four. He hated being second to Leonardo and thus trained hard to beat him. Raphael valued strength more than anything else. Every time he fought he would put a lot of strength into his punches making sure that whoever was fighting with him would feel every punch and remember him for it. He was really wild, always wanting to punch something if he felt frustrated.

Of course anger is never good during a battle, it could really blind you during the fight and make you lose even if you had more skill. This was actually part of the reason Leonardo could beat Raphael many times. The Master had told Raphael that he needed to relax and let his mind be free of clouding thoughts. Raphael would accept his flaw and go try to clear his mind, but then he would get angry that he couldn't and would start to pound on the punching bag until there was no more of it. Splinter sighed again.

Master Splinter's eyes then moved to Donatello. He was the most curious of the four. Ever since he was a baby Splinter can remember the curiosity the kid had. He was the first to speak, the first to read, the first to learn the Japanese he taught them, but all in all, he was specially curious about science. Donatello was also the most gentle of the turtles; he was the one to least get in a fight with his brothers and the one who would usually stop the fights too.

Splinter could tell the way he would try to calculate his moves so that he could become the winner. Of course there was nothing wrong with that, except that sometimes he thought about something too long and that's when he would get beaten. And as he had done with the other two, he told him that sometimes he just needed to unwind so that he could be able to think on his feet. Donatello would nod, but then he would break his head thinking of a way that he could relax. Splinter sighed once more.

Splinter's eyed moved from the violent brother to most care free, happy, and childish of the bunch, Michelangelo. His fourth and youngest son was the only one that didn't need anyone to tell him how to relax, when to relax, and sometimes, when he should stop relaxing. Michelangelo was the only one of the four who could make a joke in the most stressful of times. He had a winning smile that could ease problems away and could make someone laugh when they needed a good laugh. All his bothers would always tell him that he needed to grow up and be more serious, but Michelangelo would just make a joke and go back to whatever he was doing. He was also the most creative. He was always drawing and making stories and imagining things that would take him to an adventure.

Master Splinter didn't bother him about it. In the dark sewers one could say that a child would grow up to be a depressed person. Not Mikey though. He could find so many things to do down here and be happy without so much effort. He was also a natural athlete. Michelangelo was never one to put so much effort in his training, but surprisingly he was still able to be the fastest of the four. He would invent his own moves while training, and sometimes could win a fight against Leonardo's persistence, Donatello's intelligence, and Raphael's strength.

Master Splinter wondered at this for a second. Why WAS Michelangelo able to do this? What was the advantage he had against them? Splinter's brows furrowed thinking about this. Soon his face lightened and his eyes sparkled at a thought.

He had an idea and he hoped it would work.